Chorus]
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(If you're that chick, make him spend a grand on it)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(Throw it back at him, watch it expand over)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(Throw it back at him, watch it expand over)
[Verse 1]
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor
Make him throw that money, blow that money, hands low and (Work)
If you're that chick, make him spend a grand on it (Work)
Boy, you say you ballin' pop a rubber band on it (Okay)
Chicken heads hatin', (Why?) all the fellas love me (Okay)
Step out on the dance floor, I'm 'bout to hit my Dougie (Get it)
See these hoes rollin' eyes (Why?), these fellas tryna hug me (Okay)
Yeah, you cute, but ya prolly kinda ugly
I bet they gon' follow (Follow) when I walk past (Past)
Steppin' like a model (Model), he all on my ass
More wet in my bottle (Bottle), Patron in my glass (Hey)
But he just won the lotto (Lotto), the way he throwin' cash (Okay)
Independent bitches, get out on the floor and twerk it (Okay)
Yeah, we leavin' 'fore this closin', 'cause we gotta be a burden (Okay)
Understand, ain't no man, payin' rent up on the first (Okay)
Had to get this fuckin' money, keep it in this Gucci purse
(Okay) Let's go
[Chorus]
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(If you're that chick, make him spend a grand on it)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(Throw it back at him, watch it expand over)
[Verse 2]
Ricky Bobby, stanky leg, Jean, get it big
My man ain't here, got a babysitter for my kid
[?] on my eyes, Gucci on my body
Shoes is a fool, I do a [?]
I'm with the gutta' mommys, we lookin' at the brothers
Like, why the hell these niggas dancin' with each other?
It's 2009, that nigga ain't my man (Uh-uh)
He rockin' the purse and we wear the same size pants
These lame-ass niggas, independent bitches too (Okay)
They get on the floor more than independent bitches do
And these breed niggas (Woah), make me wonder (Faggots)
You want my digits but that ain't my number
Sick of watchin' niggas switch they hips like bitches (Bitches)
Hit that booty doin' dip like bitches (Bitches)
And you know it's perms when flips like bitches (Bitches)
Then they goin' wear a thong get tip like bitches (Hey)
[Chorus]
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(If you're that chick, make him spend a grand on it)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
Independent bitches, get up on the dance floor and (Work)
(Throw it back at him, watch it expand over)